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    Spiritual Content : A Poem of Lament

    A not-very-well-written lament:

    Oh Lord, You know our hearts.
    You know our pain, our moments of joy,
    .....the sins that others exacted upon us, sins we have committed;
    all of it.

    And You love us more than we can possibly comprehend.

    We do not understand.
    but we choose to praise You in the midst
    .....of our pain, of our sorrow, of our confusion,
    Because You, O Lord, are trustworthy.

    You alone know every bit of suffering we experience.
    But our bodies and hearts groan with the weight and damage.
    .....we cry out to You, enough!
    It is all too much to bear.

    But You bore it all already.

    Why, Oh Lord, does it seem like pain is heaped upon pain?
    We read Your Word and accept it.
    But this world is hard.
    This world is getting harder. It is a wretched place.

    When will You return?

    Another dagger in the heart today. Why am I surprised?
    But I still am -
    .....surprised by a family who stabs again and again, by a mom who is mentally sick and gleefully relishes in wounding;
    by a dad who is weak and defensive; a porn-addicted, sexual-abuse/abuse-upon-abuse family that lives secret to secret.

    I cry out - why? But really - why not? Our world is sinful.

    I choose to keep my eyes on You today, despite it all.
    I choose to remember You are here and You are pained too. You hate what my family does.
    .....I choose to believe Your Word.
    I choose to cling to You and Your Son who knew rejection far beyond mine.

    I choose to live with You.
    You, my Rock, my salvation
    ....You, the quarry from which I was hewn.
    I choose not only only to survive, but to thrive with You.

    I choose to breathe with You in the midst of tears.
    To acknowledge the pain but not live defined by it.
    To live with You instead. To see beauty, not ashes.
    You will make it right someday.
    I AM YOUR CHILD. You are enough.
    AMEN.

    Psalm 13

    How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?
    How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me?
    Look on me and answer, Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,
    and my enemy will say, “I have overcome him,” and my foes will rejoice when I fall.
    But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation.
    I will sing the Lord’s praise, for he has been good to me.
    'We all want Canaan without going through the wilderness.'
    Ravi Zachariah ❤️

    #2
    It's so true. Life has so much pain, grief, and perplexity. Thank you for sharing.
    Catie

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      #3
      Thank you Catie. Take good care of you.
      'We all want Canaan without going through the wilderness.'
      Ravi Zachariah ❤️

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        #4
        ((((((((((hugs)))))))))))) i think it's a great job of getting those feelings out, and i do not agree that it's poorly-written.

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          #5
          Thanks for the hugs, Cookie. It came from my heart, which was hurting that day.
          'We all want Canaan without going through the wilderness.'
          Ravi Zachariah ❤️

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            #6
            I came across this wonderful deep poem and resonate with every word! If you don't mind I'll use it as a regular prayer of mine. How wonderful! Thank you for sharing and helping to put words to the pain while pointing and praying to the right path.

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              #7
              Thank you for sharing!
              He loved me in my past
              He's with me in my present
              He sees me in my future
              Cause His love lasts and lasts

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                #8
                Oh Lord, You know our hearts.
                You know our pain, our moments of joy,
                .....the sins that others exacted upon us, sins we have committed;
                all of it.
                And You love us more than we can possibly comprehend.
                so comforting in sorrow

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